Incinerator by Entombed
Skeletons built to last in concrete
Like tombstones in these barren lands
Standing so strong in reflection
Against the pale grey sky
These suburbs are full of zombies
Infected by plague and festering boils
Foul scent of the rotting ones
The decaying remains of a happier time
Children of black coffins
Awaiting to be sincerely torn
Bones are crushed by machinery
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